The nights are bleeding into days. I don’t know what’s happening around me. I can’t tell dreams from reality. Which on a good day is fine. You do crazy things when you think you’re dreaming but aren’t. Doing very regular things when you’re dreaming but actually aren’t, on the other hand, is the worst.
At one point I dreamt I was doing the laundry. Right from separating the clothes to getting them out of the dryer and folding everything into perfect piles organized by color (I guess I dream of being a neat freak?). I woke up to a giant pile of laundry and had to do everything all over again! Grr.
Have any horrible dreams lately?